You easily recognize the size of some decisions.
Marriage is easily recognized as big. Renting an apartment you’d probably call medium. And where you’ll eat lunch you wouldn’t think much about.
In the moment, or the lead-up to the moment, you may recognize the size, but it’s also just as likely that you won’t or you’ll get it wrong.
Maybe your lunch was tainted, and it put you in the hospital. Or, while eating your lunch, you serendipitously met your future partner, employer, or largest customer.
The reality is, size isn’t always measured by effort or emotion in the moment. Some big decisions feel small when they’re made. Some small ones echo for decades.
That job you took because it was convenient.
The person you met because you sat next to them.
That time you said yes, or no, without much thought.
Only hindsight can provide the necessary context.
Stay awake. Pay attention. But also, don’t fret too much. Don’t be paralyzed. Keep marching. Reflect, OK. Give yourself grace. The small may be bigger than it seems. The big may be more flexible than it feels.
Each decision shapes the story you’ll tell later, but that story is your own.
Big, medium, or small. They’re all chapters in your life.
